Part One

Emileigh Joann Taylor was born Tuesday, September, 15 2009 at 2:24 PM. She weighed in at 7 pounds 4 ounces and weighed a staggering 20 an 5/8 inches long.... Here is her story:


As everyone who got into earshot of me, or was kind enought to read my twitter, facebook status, or blog knows, this little girl took a toll on her momma. Approximately 6 weeks before her birth, she decided she was tired to being in utero and thught it was a good idea to come early. The next 6 weeks were pure torture for her mother... but looking back, I am so glad I got those preciuos weeks.

My doctor decided to induce my delivery at 38 weeks 6 days gestation. I truly believe she did it for my sanity instead of overall health. Maybe she should get a plaque or something, I am sure saved a life or something :).

My last post left off with me leaving the doctor's office for the last time. Blayne went to spend the night with my parents in Muskogee and came home on Saturday. Kevin and I spent one last day as a family of three before Kev went to work on Sunday. Grandma came as usual and hung out until Monday morning when Kevin got home.

We agreed that Blayne would stay with my grandparents in Slick while I was in the hospital. When grandma went home Monday morning, she went ahead and took Blayne with her. I stood on the sidewalk crying so hard when she left with my baby. I know that it was the hormones, but it was so... hard. I really felt like I was cheating him out of something amazing. (I now know better)

I had a list of last minute things I wanted to get accomplished that was a mile long, so Kevin and I got started. I was determined to do all of the items along with him. I guess I just forgot about the previous 6 weeks of going from Bed to Chair to shower.... We went to Babies R Us to look for a Big Brother shirt and walked around for 30 minutes before I asked someone where to find one... I was quickly told, "we are out, sorry." GRRRRRRR I bought Emileigh some socks and left. I was hungry, couldn't decide what I wanted, and we ended up at Teds. It was okay if I could do it over, I would pick McDonalds. About half way through the meal, I start to sweat. Contractions and walking and just being in public got the best of me. So much for item #3-47 on my to do list. We headed straight home for a nap.

Kevin and I took a much needed nap and woke up around 4pm. Kev got started on the list and by 7PM, it was finished. I started to get nervous about the induction and repacked my bags for the 5th time. I packed Kevin's clothes, snacks, etc. Checked and rechecked... by 10pm I was tired. I made a couple of phone calls, took an ambien and went to bed.

I was told to be at the hospital at 5am on Tuesday. My alarm went off at 4am. I drug myself to the shower and left my snoring husband in the bed. My girlfriend Leigh texted me stating she was on the way. At 4:30, Leigh arrived and we were getting things loaded into the Jeep. We got to the hospital, parked and I walked right on up to Labor and Deliver like nothing was going on.

My nurse came out to get me around 5:15 and took us to my room, Myself, Kevin and Leigh. I quickly got into the fashionable gown and planted myself into the bed. I was hooked up to the monitors and had my IV going by 6am. Pitcoin running.

I have to say at this point, the nurses at St. Francis ROCK. My night nurse was so super friendly and easy to talk to... and my day nurse, Karen- Well... I heart her to the moon and back.

This is where the fun stops.

Dr. Parks (I love her) arrived to check on me around 8ish. I was having contractions about 3 minutes apart and was breathing right through them. No worries. Dr. Parks tells me that she is going to break my water. I get on my back and seriously have the worst experience to date. Apparently my bag of water is HIGH and very hard to reach. My girlfriend Leigh was standing by my head telling me how good I was doing with the scariest look on her face. I am telling you IT HURT. It didn't help that I was contracting through them.

Thanksfully, my nurse asked the doctor to put internal monitors on the baby. This allowed me to sit up and move around pretty well. I also received a cathather at this point due to the monitors. I was bed bound. At this point I am dialated to around 2-3 and 60% effaced.

When that ordeal was over, the nurse said she would call the anesthesiologist for my epidural. He arrived around 9am. It was nice to see him because I was having some doozies of contractions at this point. I was ready for some R&R before getting to the baby birthing business.

My nurse ushered everyone out of the room but Kevin and helped me get to the side of the bed. This guy (the anesthesiologist) was more interested in talking than working. This experience was so completely different than with Blayne. I felt everything including the medicine being inserted. It actually felt like it was pooling behind my left knee cap. I was very vocal about this and was told that sometimes that happens, blah blah blah.

The epidural seemed to help and I was back down at 930 resting. By 10am I could feel everything from my pelvic bone north. Not something that is supposed to happen. The nurse called the anesthesiologist back down to my room and he gave me a bolus. BAD MOVE. About 15 minutes after that medication was given, I couldn't feel anything. I seriously lost my hearing. It scared the CRAP out of me. I called for Kevin to get a nurse, something was WRONG and she immediately arrived and started oxygen, upped my fluids, monitored my blood pressure, etc. Eventually I gained my composure and was told the medication dropped my blood pressure. I tried resting again, but woke up within 20 minutes with hard contractions.

At this point, I can not feel my legs at all however can feel every.single.contraction. It is around 11am and I am just having to deal with it.

The anesthesiologist came down again around 1230, gave me another bolus of medication that worked for about 1/2 an hour. The nurse checked and I was between a 3-4. I was devistated at this news. I had been laboring for 6 hours and was exhausted.

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From 1230 to 130 was the longest hour of my life. I was in so much pain and still could not feel the bottom half of my body. I couldn't even roll over without assistance. Thank goodness Kevin and Leigh love me, because they were my legs. I seriously had no movement. It was a very scary feeling to say the least.

There were about 23 babies born at St. Francis on September 15. My noon, my nurse had delivered 2 and a set of twins for a total of 4 babies already. Needless to say, she was busy.

Around 1:30I could not stand the pain. I had decided that I already couldn't feel my legs, lets get the anesthesiologist in there to dope me up again. I looked forward to the 20 minutes of relief. About this time, Dr. Parks came in. I was conracting every 1.5 minutes and just said, THIS IS TERRIBLE!!!!! She asked when I was last checked, and Leigh told her 1230. She said she would go get my nurse, and left. I waited 15 minutes and couldn't deal, so I pushed the call light and asked them to send in my nurse or get the anesthesiologist down there.

A new nurse came in about 10 minutes later and asked me to roll over so she could check me... Serioulsy? I can't feel my legs. She totally thought I was being a baby. I asked her to wait until the contractions were over...she sighed. I ended up on my back and she checked me. It was 2pm and she asked me to push. I pushed, she said "STOP" you are going to have this baby!! I didn't freaking care, I wanted the pain to stop. I was soaking wet with tears and sweat and she wanted me to push. HELL NO.

Things started getting pretty wild. I was literally begging for them to hurry. My nurse came back in to deliver, dr showed up and Kevin texted my sister (who wanted to be in the room for the birth) at 2:12. Thank goodness Kaitlynn ran, because Emileigh Joann arrived at 2:24. I literally pushed 3 times. I could not feel my legs, but could feel everything else... It was soooooooo bad.

I will write the "rest of the story" later... This is one long one.

Thanks!